It's wonderfull Berlin. DR was the most horrific experience of my life, bar none.
As I've said to many others, I'm not quite sure what 'cured' my DR. In both instances it was drug incuded, or rather it induced a panic which resulted in a year's worth of DR. On both occassions, the DR just kind of faded away, very gradually, with ups and downs on the way. After about a year I suddenly realised that I hadn't worried about it for weeks, and that it had disappeared. First time around, I took no medication, second time around I used Cipramil and Diazepam, but on both occassions it took the same lenght of time to disappear.
The only thing I can attribute my recovery to is this. I never, except right at the beginning when I was out of my mind, stopped doing what I enjoyed, or hated - rather, I carried on with my life, pretending (if you like) that I didn't have DR. Now, I'm not a particually strong willed man, but to me it's like the old cliche, get busy living, or get busy dying. Sure, there were days when I'd give up and hide under my bed with a packet of valium, but the days when I forced myself out, to the pub, or work, or whatever, far outnumber them. Doing this, I think, I gradually 'eased back into reality'. I really think if I'd have jacked everything in and stayed at home, I'd still be DR now.
Of course, there are people on this board who have adopted the same approach and haven't recovered, so perhaps I'm not biologically prone to long term DR, I really don't know. Interestingly, I also didn't suffer from DP (I make a clear distinction between the two) much, just a handfull of times over the year. Whether that has something to do with it I don't know.
Even though I am DR free, I think it has definately left it's mark on me. I'm continually anxious, but not to any great extent, and I've become (if that's possible) far more reckless and wayward than I was before.